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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zero Boys 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.