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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.