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 Finland 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.