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 Togo 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.