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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Television,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.