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 Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.