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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Gong,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.