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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.