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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.