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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.