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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Inner City,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.