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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.