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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Erasure,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Crime,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.