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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.