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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.