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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.