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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.