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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.