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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.