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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.