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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.