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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.