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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.