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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.