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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.