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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
MDC,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.