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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Index,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.