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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Skriet,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.