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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.