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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.