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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.