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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.