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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.