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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Magma,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.