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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Fear,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.