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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.