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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.