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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.