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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.