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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.