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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
New Order,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
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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.