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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.