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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.