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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.