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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.