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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.