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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kinks to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.