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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.