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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
The Cure,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.