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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.