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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.