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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.