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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.