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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.