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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.