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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Can,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.