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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.