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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.