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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.