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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.