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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.