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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 UT to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Brick,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.