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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.