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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.