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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.