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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.