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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.