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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.