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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.