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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.