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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.