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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.