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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.