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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Organ,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.