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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.