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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.