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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.