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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Fear,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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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.