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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Happenings 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.