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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.