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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Excepter,
DNA,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.