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 China and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
the Association,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.