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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.