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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.