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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.