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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Smog,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Television,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.