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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.