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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.