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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.