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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.