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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.