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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Gong,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Excepter,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.