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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.