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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.