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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Index to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.