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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Mars,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.