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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
The Evens,
ABC,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.