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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.