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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.