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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.