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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.