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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
cv313,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.