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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.