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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
JFA,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.