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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.