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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
DNA,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.