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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.