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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.