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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.