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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.