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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.