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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.