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 Nepal 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
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Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.