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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.