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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Yaz,
a-ha,
cv313,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.