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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.