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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.