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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.