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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.