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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.