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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.