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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.