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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.