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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.