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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
The Sound,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.