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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
June Days,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.