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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.