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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.