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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.