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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.