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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.