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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.