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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.