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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.