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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Slave,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Scion,
PIL,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.