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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.