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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.