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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.