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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Mars,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.