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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Wire,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.