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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.