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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.