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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.