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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.