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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.