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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.