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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.