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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.