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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.