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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.