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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.