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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.