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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.