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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.