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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
UT,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.