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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
X-102,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.