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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.