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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.