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 Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.