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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.