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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.