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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.