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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.