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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Wire,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.