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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.