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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.