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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.