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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.