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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.