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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
PIL,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.