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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.