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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.