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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.