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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.