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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.