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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
JFA,
Organ,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.