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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.