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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.