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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.