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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.