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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.