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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Foxx to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.