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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Whodini,
AZ,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.