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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Television,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.