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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.