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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.