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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.