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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Ossler,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.