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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.