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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.