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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.