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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.