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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.