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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.