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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.