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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.