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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Wire,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.