Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.