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 India and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.