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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.