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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.