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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.