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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.