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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.