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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.