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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.