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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.