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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.