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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.