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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.