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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.