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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.