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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Model 500,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.