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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.