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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.