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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.