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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.