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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.