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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.