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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.