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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.