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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.