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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.