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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.