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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.