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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.