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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.