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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.