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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Wings,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.