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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.