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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.