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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.