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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.