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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.