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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.