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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.