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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.