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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.