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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.