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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.