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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.