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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Chrome,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.