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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.