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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.