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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.