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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.