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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.