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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.