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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Can,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.