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 Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.