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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.