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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Faust to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.