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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Swans,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.