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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.