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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.