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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.