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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.