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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.