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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.