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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Nico,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.