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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 CMW to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.