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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.