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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.