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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.