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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.