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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.