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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.