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 Guatemala 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.