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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.