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 Switzerland 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.