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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.