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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 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 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.