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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.