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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.