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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.