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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.