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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.