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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.