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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.