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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Pole,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.