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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.