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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.