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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Cymande,
Crime,
Hashim,
MC5,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.