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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.