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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.