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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.