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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.