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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.