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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.