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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.