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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.