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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.