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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
R.M.O.,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.