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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.