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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.