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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.