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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.