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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.