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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.