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 Israel and from Paris.
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 Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Organ,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.