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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.