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 South and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.