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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Invisible to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.