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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.