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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.