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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.