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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.