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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.