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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.