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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Liliput,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.