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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
New Order,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.