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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.