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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.