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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.