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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.