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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.