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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.