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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.