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 Canada and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.