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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Pole,
the Human League,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.