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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.