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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.