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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
MDC,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.