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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.