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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.