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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.