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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.