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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Organ,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.