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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.