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 Latvia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.