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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.