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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.