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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.