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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.