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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.