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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.