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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.