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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.