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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
the Association,
Visage,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.