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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.