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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.