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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.