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 Albania 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Swans,
Pole,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.