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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.