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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.