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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.