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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.