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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.