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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.