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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.