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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
UT,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.