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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.