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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.