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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.