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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.