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 Angola and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.