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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.