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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.