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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.