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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.