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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.