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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Visage,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.