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 Kiribati 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.