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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Pole,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.