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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.