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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.