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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.