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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.