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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.