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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.