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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.