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 Australia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.