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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.