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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.