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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.