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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.