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 Guyana 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.