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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.