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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
ABC,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.