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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.