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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.