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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.