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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.