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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monks 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.