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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.