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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.