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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.