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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.