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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Busters to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.