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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.