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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.