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 France and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.