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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.