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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.