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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.