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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.