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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.