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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.