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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.