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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Scion,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.