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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.