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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
the Slits,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Wings,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.