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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
AZ,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.