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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.