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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.