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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.