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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.