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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.