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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
MC5,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.