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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Index,
Wire,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.