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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.