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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.