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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.