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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.