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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.