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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.