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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.