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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 MDC to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.