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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.