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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.