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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.