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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.