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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.