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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.