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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
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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.