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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.