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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.