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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.