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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.