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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.