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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Pylon,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.