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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.