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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.