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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.