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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Kayak,
the Association,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.