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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.