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 Uganda and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Hoover,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.