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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.