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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.