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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Wings,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.