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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.