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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.