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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.