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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.