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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.