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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.