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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
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.