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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Seeds 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.