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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.