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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.