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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.