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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.