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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.