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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.