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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
The Martian,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.