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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Urselle 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.