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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Cluster,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.