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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.