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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.