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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.