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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.