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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.