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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.