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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.