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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.