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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.