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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.