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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.