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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.