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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.