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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.