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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.