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 Angola 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
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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.