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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
The Move,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.