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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.