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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.