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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.