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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
MDC,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.