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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.