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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.