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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.