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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald 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 grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.