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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.