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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 PIL to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.