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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.