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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Moebius,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
UT,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.