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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.