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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
ABC,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.