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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.