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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.