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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.