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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.