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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Dead C,
UT,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.