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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Names,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.