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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.