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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.