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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.