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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Slave,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.