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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.