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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.