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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.