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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.