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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.