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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.