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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.