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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.