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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.