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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.