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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.