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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.