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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.