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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.